We need rest.
We need rest.
We need rest.
It’s become serious business, this need for rest around our house. We’re in that kind of mode where we fall asleep around 8:30 pm and barely drag ourselves out of bed at 5 am to start a new day. Weekend activity? Forgetaboutit.
It may be the back-to-back weeks of major races. It may be the back-to-back weeks of long work hour, spilling into normal home time.
Maybe it was a bit of both. Or all of the above.
In any case, last Friday when I headed to bed – just before 9 pm – The Boy mentioned he was getting up to run with the running club the next morning.
I announced that I had no intention of running (I actually haven’t run in over a week now). I had one plan for the weekend:
I’d do a bit of cleaning around the house and rest if I felt like I needed it.
I’d run some errands – or not.
I’d sleep until I wanted to get up and go to bed early.
And, of course, it worked. I wouldn’t say I’m 100% – it takes a long time to rest out exhaustion, after all. But I’m much, much better.
It’s a start.